Landlocked

You see the plant with its landlocked roots,
gasping for air against the very boundaries of itself,
paralyzed by its own growth?

Tell me, how does it relate to the human condition?

Alive, thoroughly alive,
more life than earth to sustain it,
strangled by its own aspirations

perhaps it thinks itself a tree?

Freed from its tumor it can renew itself again
But I have not the heart to hack its roots,
separte the parts from the whole

Because I know not where it begins